Secret: The years I served as a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

Chapter 592: Old Man Travel Group, Start!

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"It's really quiet in Dilan today. There are no whispers in my ears, no adventurers or juniors barging in, and the road is also very quiet."

Zaratul took a sip of tea and looked at Leonard in front of him:

"It was so quiet, I knew someone was coming to look for me."

Well, if he hadn't suddenly sensed that a high-sequence person from an adjacent path would be heading here, Zaratul felt that he would continue to stay in the castle, rest quietly, and wait for his indirect subordinate to find a way to come here and trigger the resurrection plan he left behind. Except for Antoine, everyone else who came here would basically become a snack for Zaratul to eat when he fell asleep.

This is certainly dangerous, but it is concealed enough. Every time a "miracle master" escapes and resurrects, he must be cautious, because they are likely to be found again by the enemy who killed them through various means.

Therefore, a sudden uninvited guest from an adjacent path had to make Zaratul alert. After weighing the pros and cons, he chose to be incomplete for a short period of time in exchange for early resurrection. Considering that there were no angels in the "gate" path at present, Bethel Abraham's personal visit would definitely not make him feel it. In addition, there was no clear hostility, so Zaratul had a rough idea of ​​who the visitor was, but he was still very wary.

"It's not easy for you to find this place. You've worked so hard." Zaratul sighed, "In my estimation, it will take at least one or two years for the little fellow I hinted at to revive me to come here."

He waved his hand and bought two pieces of cheap sugar from the shopkeeper: "Come, have some tea."

Leonard didn't drink tea. The only small coffee shop in this town - Leonard even thought it shouldn't be called a coffee shop - served the same low-quality tea as the one sold for a penny in Tingen. If it were just that, it would be fine, but after all, sitting opposite him was an unknown person of the same generation as the old man. Although the old man didn't speak, Leonard still acted a little reserved.

He asked curiously, "Mumbling? Are angels also troubled by mumbling?"

“It’s better to say that only angels can hear more and clearer whispers. It’s basically a VIP seat…” Zaratul muttered.

Leonard understood a little bit what the other party meant:
"Because of the true god of the Path of the Diviner, the Fool, you can also hear the whispers from this Fool? But I have been a Beyonder for so long, and I have never heard the whispers of the Goddess. But like the Aurora Society... the whispers are related to the state of the God?"

"They are quite smart, but their mumbling is not due to their state, it all depends on whether they want to or not."

Zaratul took another sip of tea. Half of the afternoon sun fell on his body. Combined with his simple clothing, he really looked like an old country man who was enjoying himself. However, Leonard felt that the water level did not change.

"If you become a demigod or even an angel in the future, you will also have the power to whisper in the ears of low-sequence beings of the same path. You can also designate your whispers to a certain sequence or even a certain person. This is your own freedom, unless you are in a bad state and cannot control your mouth."

So that's how it is... Although his doubts were answered, Leonard still had many questions popping up in his mind like bubbles. When it came to Mr. Fool, he always thought of Klein immediately.

"Whispers" are harmful to ordinary people. Whether it is the former true creator or the hidden sage, they all use this ability as a means to increase their followers and purify their faith. So what kind of whispers will Klein, who is also a "fortune teller", hear now? Will it be the same as what Zaratul heard? Will it also have an impact on the mind?

"What did you hear the mumblings?"

After saying this, Leonard suddenly heard the old man in his mind snort heavily.

Zaratul smiled and replied, "Sometimes it is a language I don't understand, and sometimes it is the name of a city-state. I think, since this mumbling did not avoid me, it should be some kind of hint to me."

Leonard didn’t take it seriously, thinking that Mr. Fool was an ancient god and knew some lost languages. He was a little curious about the name of the city-state and suspected that it was Pales and his destination. Now it seemed that the ancient angel in front of him, a powerful man from the Zaratul family, might also be heading for that place.
Is this guy the “fellow traveler” the old man mentioned?
"By the way, did Pales also tell you about the Fool?" Zaratul suddenly asked, "He said he is the true God?"

Leonard was stunned: "...Isn't 'The Fool' the name of this path's Sequence 0? Of course it must be a god."

He never doubted that The Fool was actually a god.

"You seem to know a lot about this name." Zarath put down his tea cup and humbly asked for advice, "Can you reveal the information you know? I am not greedy, nor will I cheat. I can even use it to fulfill your wishes. In exchange.”

"Sorry, I cannot reveal Mr. Fool's information to outsiders." Leonard shook his head firmly.

Zaratul smiled and said slowly: "...I will no longer be an outsider soon. I am considering joining Mr. Fool's army."

He addressed the other person as sir without any apparent intrusion, directly putting himself in the position of a subordinate or a believer.Before Leonard could find the words to answer, he continued to ask with a smile: "Young man, can I ask you a few questions? Don't worry, they are not very important ones. You can also choose whether to answer them. As long as you Choose to answer me, and I will still grant your wish.”

This… Leonard hesitated. Pallez in his mind did not object, and he also had the right to choose whether to answer or not, so he nodded reluctantly: "Then ask, but I may not be able to answer any of your questions."

Zaratul nodded slightly to express his gratitude.

"Then, my first question is, do you have a special gathering place?" Looking at the young man in front of him with a thick aura of gray mist, Zaratul gestured, "I am very curious about what your gathering place looks like."

The gathering place...isn't that Mr. Fool's kingdom of God?
Leonard felt that this question could be answered, and he had already told Pales about it. He thought about it for a moment, and then said in a very vague and ambiguous way: "...we will gather in His kingdom, in the ancient temple shrouded in gray mist."

As for the rest, the number of members, the interior decoration, Leonard was not going to say anything.

"Thank you for your answer. Then...when was your first meeting?"

"I don't know about that either." Leonard answered truthfully, "I joined in the middle, I wasn't selected at the beginning."

His kingdom? No, how could Klein have a kingdom of God? He, no, He used Sefirah Castle... It was incredible. Not only could he stay there, using the power of Sefirah Castle for divination and battle, but he could also share Sefirah Castle's favor with others. He could even bring others directly into Sefirah Castle and use it as a gathering place for a long time... Zaratul looked at the young man in front of him with a heavy gaze. Seeing the gray mist entwined around him and the looming, black and white ancient clock, his eyes were still filled with envy and greed.

I can’t envy it, I can’t envy it at all... This is fate.

Ah——If that's the case, even if it's Sequence 0 of the Destiny Path, it doesn't necessarily mean that Sefirah Castle will belong to someone directly, right? Unless there is also a being with Sefirah, Sefirah Castle can be directly owned by someone... So, that's exactly what's going on.

Zaratul quietly drank a sip of the cheap tea, looking at the table that was wiped many times by the store manager but was still greasy, as if he was very interested in the patterns on the wood and the scratches from years of disrepair.

What made Zaratul feel interesting was something else. According to his divination, Klein Moretti and the young man named Leonard in front of him had known each other for a long time and had worked together for quite some time. They had also cooperated on other things, but Leonard said that he was not in the first batch to be selected... Hmm, could it be that Klein was worried that his acquaintances in life would find out, so he chose to bring his acquaintances in after he had acquired certain acting skills and extraordinary powers?
In addition, how many people were "selected from the beginning" and how many people were in the entire gathering on Source Castle?

Hehe, when did the favor of Sefirah Castle become so common...

Zaratul could not hear Pales' voice, nor could he feel his emotions. He thought Pales should have let it go. After all, after suffering a blow from Amon, Pales gradually gave up the opportunity to go further in a long period of depression and despair. But he himself could not accept the reality that what he and his ancestors had pursued all their lives had already been given to others.

I'm afraid Amon couldn't accept it either? Ha, this guy almost thought the position of the Lord of Mysteries was in his pocket a long time ago. When he found out that Klein Moretti was not even a demigod, he had already obtained Sefirah Castle. I'm afraid he must have felt unbalanced for a while.

The tea tasted bitter. Zaratul smiled and asked again:

"Has Mr. Fool always been a god?"

This was the second question. Leonard found that the other party was particularly concerned about the question of "Is the Fool a god?", but Leonard really couldn't say anything about this question, so he answered casually: "I don't know."

Zaratul nodded:
"Okay, that's all I have. Thank you for clearing up my confusion, old man. What wish do you want to fulfill?"

As he spoke, he stood up. Leonard also stood up and gave the store manager 5 Felkins. Leonard followed Zaratul out. He thought for a moment and felt that he had nothing to be curious about, nor did he want anything: "Not yet."

Zaratul nodded. They walked on the road for a while. When the buildings on both sides began to become sparse and the surrounding environment began to look a little unfamiliar, Zaratul looked at Leonard again: "Pallez, why don't you come out?"

“Don’t tell me that you sent this guy all the way to find me just to pretend to be Amon and scare me—By the way, did Amon get into trouble too? Could it be that He has been killed by The Fool? How dare you pretend to be Amon and scare me?”

As soon as the voice fell, Leonard's mouth opened involuntarily, and he said something old and full of gloating:
"Something did happen to Amon. Although I don't know exactly what happened, I know that He will definitely not have the time to harass me again."

When talking about Amon's misfortune, the atmosphere between the three of them became obviously happy and relaxed. As soon as this sentence came out, Leonard found that not only was Pales in a good mood, but even Zaratul on the opposite side was smiling. The two old guys were happy to see Amon in trouble. Of course, Leonard was also happy to see it.

"Should we leave now?" he asked. "The old man said that we are going to Feysac, and it is still at least three days away from the border."

Hearing this address, Zaratul looked at Leonard twice more, and finally said with a smile:

"It is time to go, but I have a way to get to the destination directly. Do you want me to use that method, young man?"

Leonard was about to speak when his throat was once again controlled by Pales.

"Do not."

Pales said sternly, "You're unwilling to grant me even one wish? If you don't want to use a miracle, I'll steal the distance. You have nowhere else to go anyway."

"You speak as if you have nowhere to go." Zaratul replied, "Aren't the difficulties I encounter your difficulties? Do you think the Gate will accept you, a younger generation of the old enemy family, or me, a descendant of the enemy whose ancestors were killed by Him? We are both stray dogs. Our only choice is Mr. Fool. Even if I surrender to the Demon of Knowledge, I am worried that I will die without anyone noticing."

As he spoke, Zaratul stretched out his right hand and grabbed the air.

In an instant, a huge carriage with luxurious decorations and ancient and gorgeous patterns appeared on the muddy and simple dirt road after the rain. The roof of the carriage seemed uneven, with a slight slope to the right, probably to prevent water from staying on the roof. The decoration on the carriage was asymmetrical, with patterns carved on the left and gems and crystals inlaid on the right.

There was space reserved for the two horse lassos in the front, and the width of the carriage was almost as wide as the entire road.

At the same time, on the doors and small flags on the car, there was a coat of arms that Leonard had never seen before.

A product of the Quaternary Era? Leonard thought as he looked at the asymmetry.

His occupational disease took effect, and after getting permission, he took a closer look at the car, carefully observing the patterns on it, looking for familiar elements.

Zaratul looked at Leonard's puzzled and inquiring eyes, sighed secretly, and stroked the carriage of the huge and magnificent carriage with a nostalgic expression. His rough fingers slowly stroked the emblem on the door: "This was a gift from His Majesty Solomon to our ancestors, but he liked it but couldn't use it. He only used it a few times until his death. He basically left it for us younger generations to show off when we go out."

"Haha, at that time, the Antigonus family was much more prominent than ours. Before the empire split, although there were open and covert struggles among our families, it was generally peaceful. Because the fighting and killing between descendants were tacitly allowed, the qualifications of the younger generations were generally quite good..." Zaratul said to himself, and suddenly laughed, "If this car was still there, it should be older than you, Pales."

"Here..." Leonard looked at the lasso in front of him, "This shouldn't be a carriage, right?"

Zaratul shook his head regretfully: "Of course not, these are two demigod creatures that have signed a contract with this car, but they died along with the car."

Then He winked at Leonard and said, "It's OK for a demigod to pull a chariot for an angel, but the people who used this chariot to go out for a stroll were basically newly promoted Sequence 3. This was a huge temptation. You should understand how much the younger generations of the Zaratul family liked it at the time, right?"

The enjoyment of the nobles of the Fourth Epoch is really... Leonard was slightly stunned.

Zaratul opened the door and motioned Leonard to get in, but before Leonard took a step, he found that a seat in the car had sunk slightly, and an old book floated in the air and opened automatically, as if there was an invisible person sitting there.

"..." Leonard was shocked. He looked left and right and asked tentatively, "Old man?"

The cushion next to the sunken position was tapped, as if the person sitting there asked him to follow.

Leonard had no choice but to get in the car. As soon as he sat down, he found that the decoration inside the car was much more luxurious than outside.

The curtain was made of spiritual material, and it looked very much like the corresponding material of the high sequence in the "dark" path. Leonard found that his spirituality was a little drowsy. He realized that this curtain might be higher in sequence than himself.

The seat cushion is made of the skin of an unknown creature. It feels like cowhide, but it feels much better than cowhide, and it also has tiny scales.

The snack stand on the table and the ice bucket beside the table were filled with snacks and drinks that Leonard couldn't name. The space inside the carriage was also extremely spacious, almost as big as a two-bedroom house. Leonard could almost imagine the noble youths of the Fourth Epoch drinking and chatting in the carriage, and summoning spiritual beings to serve as servants.

Just as he sat down in the carriage somewhat stiffly, Zaratul also got on, and then the carriage suddenly took off into the air.

Leonard looked out the window and saw dozens of spiritual creatures of different sizes and shapes flying into the air surrounded by carriages, taking them into the brightly colored spiritual world. Under the gaze of seven lights, Fly in a certain direction.

Leonard did not enter the spirit world very often. With two angels by his side, he did not have to abide by the rule of "not making eye contact with spirit creatures for more than three seconds, otherwise it would be considered a provocation." He looked at all the spirit creatures in his field of vision with curiosity.

Just when he thought the last journey would be peaceful and interesting, a sigh suddenly came to his ears.

"It's so abominable."

Zaratul said softly: "Fate is really abominable. Pales, do you really have any complaints about fate?"

"I have long known that the extraordinary world is unfair. I am a descendant of a great family, born in the Angel Family, but there are even stronger people in the Angel Family, such as Antigonus, Amon, and Abraham. When I was enjoying the status and talents brought by my 'unfairness', I had a premonition that one day in the future I would be angry about the unfairness I encountered."

"It's just that I thought I was mentally prepared. I could hold on even if my ancestor died, and I could bite the bullet and steal Antigonus's characteristics even if my family was destroyed. I thought I wouldn't collapse no matter what happened, but I didn't expect that I still overestimated my mental endurance."

The invisible figure beside Leonard spoke: "It seems that not being able to track down the 'Source Castle' has been a huge blow to you."

It is very, very big. Zaratul nodded in agreement:
"Yeah, and you, Pales?"

Did you ever feel despair and regret when you learned that you had an enemy you could never defeat?

“If you were told that your life was destined before you decided to continue your advancement, that you could become Sequence One, but at the cost of your great-grandfather being killed. You would inherit His characteristics, but you would not be able to protect your family and descendants. Before you could enjoy glory for a few decades, you would be like a street rat, parasitizing everywhere and lingering on… Would you still drink the advancement potion and continue your life as a Beyonder?”

Pales was still flipping through the book. After a while, he suddenly said:

"Because of what happened at Sefirah Castle, have you begun to doubt whether your efforts for most of your life are worth it?"

"I'm sorry, Antigonus fell into a deep sleep, but Amon didn't. It's just like you said. I was busy escaping and mourning my children, and I didn't have time to regret. If I had to regret anything, I would only regret that I was not capable enough to kill Amon, not that I tried my best - I also let them live for a long time under my protection, and that was the limit of what I could do."

These words were rational and sharp, just like the old man's usual tone, hard and merciless, but Leonard could clearly feel a faint sadness rising in his heart.

He hesitated for a moment, then carefully placed a dessert in front of Pales.

TBC
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In the bumpy carriage carriage, the two angels faced each other silently. After a few seconds, Zaratul sighed:
"Actually, there was a moment when I wanted to seek refuge with God, because when I saw 'The Fool', I felt so heartbroken."

"If I join God, I won't have to suffer anymore, or make unrewarding efforts, or run away and be in a state of panic all day long."

"But I gave up in the end. I think it's good to be in pain like this. At least, this pain and unwillingness to accept can prove that I am a human being with independent thinking and a strong will, rather than a member of a group that can be replaced by the title of 'lamb'."

Leonard saw loneliness and resignation on the face of an angel. He smiled bitterly:

"...After all, this kind of pain is quite rare, isn't it?"

(End of this chapter)